Mirajane suddenly dropped the cutesy look to gaze at Lucy, eyes losing their inherent bubbly charm to be replaced by hard inspection. "You'd tell me if something was the matter, right?"
Lucy held her gaze. "It's fine Mira, really. We aren't going overboard in the slightest." Without warning, she glanced at Cobra. Wait, was he supposed to suddenly back her up?!
"...It hasn't been the worst. Yet." He muttered the last bit under his breath. The demon gazed at him, narrowing her thin eyebrows in suspicion. He desperately tried not to raise his hackles at her. Was it just him, or did she seem more put out by his farce than hers?
He paused. What did he mean exactly when he thought 'farce'?